"My deal still stands, nobody can hear about us." Freen grunts, pointing at both me and her as I feel my shoulders deflate. "We are never going to have an 'us' so this is the best you are going to get, Becky." I bit my lip and consider the offer. Is she trying to say I am going to be her sex toy or something? A slave? "I'll say it again, sex with you is really good." Freen says, laughing with wide eyes to show how much she loved our love making last night. Well, love making for me but only sex for her. "And I can't waste a good opportunity in good sex." she added simply, clucking her tongue. "So again... our deal is still very much active." I scrunch my nose and look at her with a slight edge in my pupils. "What are you trying to say here Freen?" I ask, defeated. She smirks and kisses my cheek softly before leaning close to my ear and whispering, "What I'm trying to say is, you are going to be my fuck buddy, Becky." WARNING: -This story is 18+ read at your own risk. 🔞🔞🔞 -This also contains G!P Becky ⚠️⚠️⚠️ **This story is not mine, I only changed the characters, other details, and some parts or plot of the story to fit Becky and Freen's character. **This story has been converted to BeckFreen. ** All rights and credits to the original author iOnlyWatchTheStars on fanfiction.net. **This is just a FanFiction and does not represent the mentioned characters or companies. The work is purely fictional. 🔞🔞🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️

A coming of age story set in Miami, 1995. Lauren Jauregui is a high school senior who is all about softball, music records, getting stoned, rolling with the "burnouts", and although she does extremely well in school she doesn't see a future for herself the way the adults around her do. Karla Camila Cabello is the girl-next-door almost everyone crushes on, sucks terribly in school, is secretly drawn to the "burnouts" although her clique is the "preppy" cheerleaders/jocks who can sometimes get a little rowdy, and her only ambition in life is to get the hell out of Miami to be an actress on the west coast. Both girls have boyfriends although they are closeted lesbians, and both try to navigate through the difficulty of discovering/living with their sexuality and wanting to be with each other + the risk of seeing each other in secret to avoid social damnation and shaming from their cliques as a result of the widely homophobic/close minded county they reside in. Will they figure it all out before graduation comes? Will their lives stay on the same path after graduation or will they part ways and accept that some things just aren't meant to work out and last?

[[DISCLAIMER: EXPLICIT/MATURE CONTENT; g!p Camila, language, heavy use of drugs, sex; drama, comedy, angst. This story does not promote or encourage substance abuse or any illegal activity.]] "I hoped she'd never leave me. Please, God, you must believe me. I've searched the universe and found myself within her eyes." It's a rule no rockstar has ever taken seriously or followed: do not EVER go after a bandmate's girl. Set in mid 1980s; a glam metal band on the rise until eventually crashing and burning like the rest of them.